What's My Job?
I saw this goo on the floor in one of my Kroger's that I was delivering product to. All of us walked over it. We knew that it was there, but acted as if it wasn't.
It's not our responsibility to clean up this mess. That's what store personnel was for.
It didn't seem like the people in the store were to interested in cleaning it up either.
What was a man to do? Talk about how sorry the people we're for not cleaning up this mess. Tell someone that it needed to be cleaned up. Or, stop complaining and talking isshh in my head, and be useful.
I decided to be useful. I didn't like the mental chatter that I had going. If I'm not going to be helpful, I'm not going to be hurtful, even if it's just in my head.
Note: That's the real point here. We don't respect the power of our thoughts in real time. We tend to wait to feel empowered during a hot sermon, motivational speech, or a cool self help book, to give us permission to value our internal world.
I want to be different. I know that in order to do so I have to get uncomfortable and face this reality. Also, I have to reappraise my thoughts. Thinking takes practice. I'm willing to work at it.
That's my job